For a long time I thought I was the only eighteen year old who

was still wetting his pajamas and bed every night. For a long time my

mother just put up with my wetting saying that I would soon grow out of

it. After it had continued on for a year or more she thought I must have

a medical problem, but when we had that checked out and there was

nothing medically wrong, she concluded that I must just be too lazy to

get up and go to the bathroom.

Her first solution was to set an alarm next to my bed and have

it go off every two or three hours at night. Being that I was the only

child who still wet his bed I was given my own room so that no one else

would have to put up with my problem. When the alarm sounded I had to

get up and go to the bathroom that adjoined my parents room and do my

tinkles as my mother put it. If I couldn't go I had to remain there

until I did, as mother could hear from her room if I had or not. Mother

soon got tired of all this and discontinued the nightly alarms and I was

soon wetting the bed again.

A week or so latter at the breakfast table my mother had a long

talk with me about my bedwetting. She and my father had decided that I

should start to be treated like the baby I was acting like. So starting

on Saturday I would start a whole new lifestyle.

From then on, every night before dinner, I was taken to the

bathroom and given a bath. Mother would then lead me to my bedroom, or

the nursery as she put it, and she would powder, oil, and diaper me in

my thick night diapers and super sized plastic baby pants just like I

had to wear when I was younger, only now they were much larger, but they

fit with no problem.

At dinner time I had to sit at one end of the table all by

myself and eat my food with my fingers. I was allowed to eat the same

food as the rest of the family but mine had been all mushed up and when

I was done I looked just like a little baby with food all over my hands

and face. I was then cleaned up and taken to my bedroom and given a

diaper check to see if I was still dry. A wet or damp diaper meant that

I would have to wear plastic baby pants over my underwear to school the

next day. I was then dressed in my pajamas, which were a baby type

blanket sleeper that could have a small padlock put though the zipper so

that I could not remove them or tamper with my diapers at night. And I

was put into my rubber sheeted bed for the night, it was usually about

8:00 pm by this time.

I always woke up wet in the morning, but had to wait for mother

to get me out of bed and change my diapers. On school days I had to

shower and get myself ready for school. If I had been wet that night I

was to wear plastic baby pants over my underwear and when I went down

for breakfast mother would check to see that I had them on. When there

was no school I would just be changed into dry diapers. I was only

allowed to wear a t-shirt, diapers and plastic pants around the house,

even if some of our relatives or friends were coming over. This was so

that mother could easily check my diapers to see if they were wet. As I

was never allowed to use the bathroom anymore I would often be wet. At

first I was very embarrassed when mother would check my diapers in front

of my friends and I would be wet. She would tell me to go and get my

things, and I knew that I was to go to my room and get my rubber

changing pad, baby lotion, baby powder and a dry set of diapers, and

bring them to her. Right there in front of everyone she would spread my

rubber pad and have me to lie down and she would remove my plastic pants

and wet diapers and proceeded to rub baby lotion onto my bottom and onto

my front side. By this time everyone would be staring at my naked body

and my limp little penis. I would get very embarrassed and my face and

my little penis would turn beet red. Mother then would say "we don't

want our little baby to get a rash from all those wet diapers do we".

When she finished I was to take my wet things and put then into the

diaper pail.

Mother would make sure that I always had enough baby supplies on

hand. When she needed something I was forced to go to the store and get

it. She would call the store with her list of what she needed. I would

be dressed in a t- shirt and shorts, over my diapers of course, and sent

off to the store. The shorts hardly concealed my bulging loins and when

I walked the fluffy edges of my plastic pants would show. I usually had

to get some baby food, baby oil, baby powder, baby lotion and diapers

both cloth and some disposables for when we traveled to relatives. The

lady at the store was a friend of my mother's, so she had worked out a

way that she could get all my baby supplies in large quantities. When I

had to pickup the supplies I would be kidded that I was getting bigger

every time and that I was the biggest baby she had ever seen. On

Saturday I would have to wash and hang out all my diapers and baby

clothes.

Even today I still wear my diapers and plastic pants to bed

every night and as often as I can during the daytime. There are a few

years missing but I had better end this as it is starting to be rather

long.